Don't Tell Me About The Blues

Yeah, you're a down and dirty blues man
 Look-a-here
 You play blues on blue guitar
 According to the news man
 As far as blues goes you a star
 I'll admit you gettin' down there
 But I'm down much deeper then you are
 Yeah, you sing those songs of sorrow
 But to me you just don't sound real
 You say you're down enough to borrow
 I must be down enough to steal
 Now the blues ain't what you're singin'
 The blues is what I feel
 You tell me your love light is dimmin'
 And how your old lady cheats
 You go backstage with all the women
 While I go back out on the street
 Well, you know that you're a winnner
 And you tell me you were born to lose
 But please, please, please, don't tell me about the blues
 You tell it like you're barefoot
 And you're wearin' those hondred dollar shoes
 Yeah, you can shuck and jive me all you wanna
 But please, please don't tell me about the blues
 Yeah, you tell me you a poor man
 While you flashin' those ruby rings
 But on a million dollar tour
 Man, you can flash more than a goddamn thing
 But it's me who's payin' my dues
 So please, man, don't tell me about the blues